The Majestic...the Magnificent (a poem of inspiration)
The magnificent, the beautiful,
All is shaped by the hands of God,
Whether as by an artists fine brush,
Or as sculpted by an iron rod.
The purple mountains, so majestic,
Posed against a crimson sky,
Beautiful Spring time flowers of red,
As Bluest birds to sing and to fly.
Broad oceans of greens, of azure,
Here since the earth was formed,
This world to spin and swing in space,
And as by the sun is warmed.
The charm, vast beauty of tall broad trees,
In Autumn, all ours to adore,
As gentle shadows spread about askew,
Captured on a valley floor.
Golden light in the daytime, lingers,
As a silver moon in the sky at night,
Such beauty beyond any to compare,
Awaits there, within our very sight.
Vast spaces, shimmering colors,
Graciously garbed, worn by glen and dale,
Wondrous blends, as of an artists to paint,
So does cast such a magic spell.
The magnificent...the majestic, all to be created,
By the Lord God's own hand,
The human spirit that we each have inside,
This does help us to understand.
Our vision, the fond sights, serve us as fine gifts,
Given to us by our generous God,
As lightnings flash, amid most terrible storms,
He does protect us all, by his nod.
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